Prose Logic RS 500

*short thoughts*

is it a bomb, tick tick.
nope its a metronome.
with the start looking like the finish,
im just passing a baton on a palindrome.

collecting change like telethon.
but never enough to make personal profit.
because my personality is failing,
and my life thesis is never the right topic.
For always the wrong paper.

I need to friends to finalize all my essays.
dissertations are just reservations for a cold vein.
I'm ashamed of all my pint up animosity.
so im falling hard, tripping over my own drunken words?

Probably.
When the fog comes through the copper piece,
there is fire in your windpipe..
So speak well,
or at least suit it up in your pinstripes.
i'm glad the police didn't get my vin right.
Because Im dictive as hell.
Addicted to payback,
but my pockets never have the right amount.

Feeding off my innocence.
I know my heart finds it interesting.
who specialized in an industry?
My assembly,
Line, is a mere reason my chemistry.

Creating some creative,
Because potassium quite explosive,
but not when it's organic,
but your body still finds the potency.
And you can rely on the opium,
to pretend like your dope as me.
But stay copious, and I'll stay coping see.
So why not do it openly?
Because I am a scared of my thoughts,

the vacant sunspots, and all this propriety .
Idly wait, and converge symbiotically.
I'm the birth of new thought.
Hawn King August supported by meiosis .

-hawn out.